Faking It...
Today was the day affectionately named as 'back to porridge' by my boss. If she used that phrase once she used it a hundred times today, only refraining to tell me stories of Christmas and New Years fun and the odd tall tale about cute little puppy dogs. I could throttle her if I was that way inclined.
I spent another seven whole hours pretending to sell ads I didn't want to sell to people who don't want to buy them. Surely this can't be as good as working life gets. I forgot to remember my mum's birthday and was so late out of work that all the shops had closed... to improve my mood a little, the crazy drivers of Portadown had caused several road accidents in the town meaning it took me well over an hour to get home.
I spent the rest of the evening typing up new CV's and faking an entire design portfolio in a bid to increase my job hunting prospects for 2006. Now I'm going to MSN for a bit and sleep. Stop me if the excitement gets too much...
I spent another seven whole hours pretending to sell ads I didn't want to sell to people who don't want to buy them. Surely this can't be as good as working life gets. I forgot to remember my mum's birthday and was so late out of work that all the shops had closed... to improve my mood a little, the crazy drivers of Portadown had caused several road accidents in the town meaning it took me well over an hour to get home.
I spent the rest of the evening typing up new CV's and faking an entire design portfolio in a bid to increase my job hunting prospects for 2006. Now I'm going to MSN for a bit and sleep. Stop me if the excitement gets too much...